After college I moved to Indianapolis for my job. Honestly, I never really made friends in Indianapolis so I had no one to come out to. I was committed to coming out, but did not feel safe coming out at work yet, even though there were 2 gay coworkers in my office.
After a year in Indianapolis I moved to Colorado Springs. This move really started my coming out process. Shortly after moving I came out at work one night when a group of us were on the road and sitting on the hotel patio having drinks. Someone asked me if I had a girlfriend and I just got tired of answering this question and responded that I never will have a girlfriend. When asked why I proceeded to say that I was gay. Nothing happened, nobody told me I was going to hell, and I also knew that I now lived in a state where I could not be fired for saying that.
Soon after that it just started to cascade. I frequent a local bar because I get tired of cooking for myself all of the time. I came out there without giving it a second thought. I continued to come out at work, but I did not make a big show out of it. Every time I have come out at work it is because a coworker was asking me about a girlfriend. I have come out to my friends in Colorado Springs. And much much more, but I will save that for a later post.
I think looking back on it, I was beyond ready to come out. I was sick and tired of living in the closet and was frequently depressed because of it. I hated answering questions about girlfriends and that I was too afraid to step up when someone said something derogatory about gays. For me I was independent, did not have the concerns about relying on others, and was just ready to do it.
I know this is a very short and high level story, but the detailed stories can be found elsewhere on this blog. I am writing this post for myself, not so much for you. I know the details and that is enough for me right now.